Oh, would I want my thoughts in a bubble above my head? I think they already are.
I used to sit in staff meetings as a teacher. And I would not say anything, I’d just be sitting there. I’d be writing things down if I needed to, or taking notes on something, or drawing a picture or doing whatever you do when you’re sitting at a staff meeting. And one time I was sitting with one of my friends, who was also an older teacher, and we were sitting with one of our mentees who was the brand new band director.
Evidently my mind could be read by her, because she’s — we’re sitting there and the principal’s going on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on about some new thing we’re gonna have to do. And she looks at me and she goes in a rather loud voice, “Hey, [Name]. Why don’t you say what you really are thinking about all of this?” And I kinda looked at her.
And the principal looked at my face and he went, “No, don’t bother. We already know what you think about all this. We can see it all over your face.”
I said, “I didn’t say a word!”
He said, “You don’t have to say a word. We already know what you think of this. And we’re gonna leave it at that, because we all kind of agree with you, but it’s the new state mandate.”
So, we left it at that. But I don’t think I need to have bubbles over my head, because obviously, I’m too easy to read.